Thought this might be a fun flash back - I've been listening to replays of AT40 during my Saturday shaves. This was the number 1 song September 5, 1981. Can't say it was a favorite, but it certainly brought back some memories. I was 19, stationed at Wright-Patterson AFB, Ohio, living in the barracks. My ride was a '67 LeMans painted a Corvette Red lacquer with a black top, Crager SS mags kept her rollin'. There was a club called The Electric Company my roommate and I used to go to. 3.2 beer was given to the under 21 crowd. I met my future wife for the first time a couple weeks later that month over at the NCO club. We've been married for 30 years, now. So how 'bout you?
Senior year in High School planning on going to College for the first of multiple degrees over that thirty years of time. BTW: Congrats on 30 years!
I was a couple if years out of high school, and had just had an engagement broken off. I had signed up to join the Navy, and would eventually spend 20 years on active duty.
In the third grade being a goofy chubby little spoiled brat (assuming it wasn't the weekend, then I was being all of those at home). Still on the hefty side, but not so spoiled and brattish now. Still goofy .
That was the day I turned fourteen months old. I imagine I was still in the process of learning how to walk and talk.
In 1981, I was 29 years old. I had been married for five years, my daughter would turn five in October. I was five months into a new job working as a first cook at local hospital. A job that I would be at for 25 years.
No clue what I was doing on that day, what I do know is that was the main song that I danced too when I married my first wife in 1982.
I was three days shy of being a fifteen year old brat. We were living on an 82 year old Dutch sailing barge which we (well, my parents, my brother and I) were busy restoring to it's original state (only outwardly: we were busy making rooms in the hold). We had just been across the North Sea to England on vacation (my father was honorary member of the Thames Barge Sailing Association). My ride was a rusty old bicycle.
I was 12 days away from being 5. We were in Leesburg, FL and at 5, I suppose I had just started kindergarten. Ha! Great question and thread Steve. I actually remember a few things from back then and I rarely open those files. Thanks dude!
Senior year of high school, First saturday in September started day at football practice, then dove hunting, probably drinking beer after.
I was 3 and living in Mountain Home AFB, ID. I suspect I was perfecting my touchdown dance and/or making a mess with Play-Doh that day.
Great idea, Steve! I was eight years old and just started third grade. My Dad hand't finished our new house (he built it himself) so we were still living in the "old" house. Two bedrooms, one bathroom that we all shared. We had to flush the toilet with a bucket of water and if you wanted a bath, your hot water came directly from the water heater. I didn't have my own room so I slept on the couch. My Dad had never liked to use the A/C and barely used the heat .. I slept on the couch with two open doors to the outside right in front of me. Anyone (or anything) could have strolled in the house. Definitely can't live that way today. This was a Saturday I believe, so I would have been at home, playing outside ... possibly running from a goose or two.
